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Dog Journal 16 - Barks and Booms

Oh boy, I couldn't sleep at all. The sounds were echoing in my ears, seeping through the walls and sending chills down my tail. All my barks and roars I could muster up couldn't stop it, leaving me with no other choice but to tell my friend to make it stop.

I must have spent most of what should have been dinner time dancing back and forth through the rooms. I couldn't figure out where the sound was really coming from, one window seemed to be louder than the next, but then it would change. It's keeping me confused, trying to throw me off the trail and putting my tracking skills to the test. I like a challenge, but I don't like one that can't be beaten. And this one seems like it's going to get the better of me this round.

I couldn't see anything through the windows though. Whatever it was that was making the noise was hiding from us. And the worst part is that it's doesn't seem to care that I do the barking. On the other paw, my friend does seem to care that I do the barking. She keeps telling me to stop it, but I have to do this. It's my job. I need to keep us safe and whatever this loud banging is needs to stop it right now.

It took me a while to explain to my friend that I was going to be up all night barking at the noise if it didn't quit. I was sort of hinting that maybe she could do something about it with her big super powers, but it still continued. She didn't do anything about it. Or maybe she couldn't do anything. That's what makes this noise so strange. It's just plain scary to me. Why would anything want to do such things? Maybe whatever it is like's scaring the paws off of puppies.

So something was making the big thunders outside somewhere, I can't do anything about it, my friend won't stop turning up the sound on her picture box, and there's no fun games to play. My friend has resorted to stuffing herself into the sofa, possibly trying to muffle the noise. In fact, that seems like a really good idea.

I hopped up on the sofa next to my friend and dug in deep between my friend and the cushions. Indeed the sound was far less in here. My pal ran her fingers through my fur, squeezing my ears and rubbing them really good. Yes, I do enjoy my ears being rubbed, especially when the noise is wearing them down like it is.

Eventually the sounds seemed to fade away. My friend held me tight and my scary shivers calmed down. By the time my dreams had taken me off to the grassy fields of bunnies and bubbles, the only thing my ears could hear was the soothing heartbeat of my bestest friend.